Master Fakong sighed: "Although it was only in a hurry, even a blind man could see the love and protection that the benefactor showed towards my aunt." - After many years, he still clearly remembers those beasts. Such fierce eyes, cold and guarded, but surprisingly beautiful; only when looking at Cai Pingshu, those eyes felt a little warm.
"As a monk, Master knows a lot." Cai Zhao couldn't help complaining.
Master Fakong spread his hands and said: "There is no way. Men and women in this world, as long as they feel that they have been emotionally hurt, they like to escape into Buddhism. It was the same in the palace back then. In the end, Buddhism failed to escape, which made Xuankong Temple a mess. Jump. As abbots, we naturally need to know more, otherwise the family members will hit us with angry expressions and we will be the unlucky ones waiting for Buddhism to be peaceful."
Cai Zhao snorted: "Master must live a long life. There are not many interesting monks in this world."
Master Fakong smiled and said, "Having said a lot, I want to say... Donor Xiao Cai, when you come back to Luoying Valley, take a good look around, maybe you will have different insights."
Cai Zhao was puzzled: "Master, what does this mean?"
Master Fakong sighed softly: "I am still attached to my hometown, but I still can't let go of the deceased. Sometimes it is difficult to tell the difference. It has been four or five years since the death of Lady Cai. Donor Xiao Cai, you will still have a long life in the future. Don't be trapped by inner demons. open-minded."
Cai Zhao laughed and said, "Master, you must be overthinking it. Everyone who knows me knows that I like to spend my time in peace. I want good wine, delicious food, wonderful operas and wonderful singing, and a comfortable life. Where did I get the inner demons from?"
Master Fakong did not explain any more and just shook his head, "Xiao Cai's great uncle, the late Cai Changfeng, has traveled all over the world. He often said that there is no friend anywhere in the world, and this place of peace is my hometown—— I will give these words to my little benefactor today."
Until Fan Xing's family came to Cai Zhao for lunch, she was still standing there alone in a daze.
After everyone had lunch, Qi Yunke gave some instructions to Song Fan and Cai's three disciples, then got on the saddle and left separately. The rumble of the horse's hooves stirred up bursts of dust on the country road.
On the top of a high mountain not far away, a tall young man's robe was flying wildly in the strong wind in the mountain, like a huge swinging shadow of a demon. He stood quietly and watched the two groups of people leaving the mountain in different directions.
You Guanyue looked into the distance for a while and said softly: "Leader, looking at the direction they left, Miss Zhaozhao should be planning to return to Luoying Valley."
Mu Qingyan's eyes were deep and did not show any joy or anger.
Shangguan Haonan hurried from behind, clasping his fists and saying: "Master, Elder Yan is here. Not only did he bring many files, but he also said that he discovered something important. Do you think it's time now..."
"There's no rush." Mu Qingyan's expression was calm, and his tone was indifferent and distant, "I can guess what Elder Yan discovered. Now, let's go meet Mr. Song for a while."
"Now?" You Guanyue was stunned, "In broad daylight?"
Shangguan Haonan asked curiously: "What happened in broad daylight?"
You Guanyue murmured: "Didn't Miss Zhaozhao say last night that it would be difficult to escape on Guangtianmen in broad daylight?"
A smile appeared at the corner of Mu Qingyan's lips, "...nothing promising."
Guangtianmen, Holy Church.
The magnificent dark round dome and the square ink jade floor symbolize the round sky and the round place.
The high altar is dotted with candles, making it feel like you are in a long galaxy. Looking up, you can see the layers of memorial tablets, the couple who have been the head of Guangtian Clan for two hundred years, and the famous elders of the past generations.
Song Xiuzhi looked at all this greedily——
When Yin Qinglian was alive, he was not allowed to enter this place; after Yin Qinglian died, he could only stand on the edge of the temple during the sacrifice, but Song Maozhi and Song Yuzhi were able to stand on both sides of their father Song Shijun, standing majestically on the side of the temple. The center of attention.
"Hehehehe..." He stared at Yin Qinglian's memorial tablet, and burst into an almost crazy laugh from his throat, "Song Maozhi has a heroic voice, and Song Yuzhi has a lush and green voice. What a grand wish, what a good reputation, not yet They all became my defeated generals, hahahahaha..."
"That's true." A clear male voice with a smile suddenly sounded.
A second person suddenly appeared in the quiet palace. Song Xiuzhi was immediately alert and shouted: "Who? Come out!" At the same time, he pulled down a mechanism on the corner of the table with his right hand, and a sharp copper whistle sounded immediately outside the palace. Voice.
Dozens of guardians guarding the outside of the temple suddenly broke in through the door, either with bows and arrows or with long, sharp knives in hand.
Mu Qingyan stood in the palace with a calm expression, "Why did the eldest son of the Song Dynasty mobilize troops and mobilize the crowd like this? I just want to ask you a few words. I also ask the eldest son of the Song Dynasty to ask all the protectors to step down."
Song Xiuzhi said coldly, "Since ancient times, there has been no coexistence between good and evil. Guangtian Clan and the Demon Sect have nothing to say!"
"There is no balance between good and evil?!" Mu Qingyan laughed, "I have never framed a sibling to death, nor have I ever conspired with outsiders to murder my father. Between you and me, who on earth has the blood of his own flesh and blood on his hands. No matter how nice you say it, no matter how cleanly you shirk the blame, it's just a cover-up, and the world really doesn't know what you are!"
Mu Qingyan was already sharp and mean in his words, but he had no scruples at this moment and said as much as he wanted to. He meant every word to his heart and blood. When the temple guardians surrounding him heard this, they couldn't help but look sideways and exchanged glances with their peers.
"You——!" Song Xiuzhi tightened his cheeks and looked viciously, "You evildoer from the Demon Cult is eloquent and eloquent. I will kill you today and eliminate a great harm to the world!"
As he raised his hand to make a gesture, the surrounding temple guardians let out fierce shouts and all attacked.
Mu Qingyan laughed heartily, clapped his palms together, and danced wildly with his sleeves, like an invisible force rushing towards the protectors. He could only hear the tinkling sound in the hall, and the protectors could hardly stand still in the strong wind. , I was shocked to find that the weapons in my hands were all shorter, as if they had been cut off by a sharp blade - the long sword had no tip, the steel knife had a shorter tip, the bow and crossbow had no arrowheads...
Mu Qingyan turned around and raised his sleeves, grabbed the void, and a crystal lamp burst beside Song Xiuzhi's face. The spark-stained lamp oil spattered hotly on his face and clothes - Song Xiuzhi was like a clay sculpture, not daring to move. He moved, and was horrified.
Mu Qingyan's wide sleeves dropped, he regained his strength, and his breath was quiet and peaceful. For a moment, he seemed to have returned to a noble gentleman holding flowers and admiring the moon.
He said calmly: "I ask all the protectors to step down, just for the sake of the First Young Master Song. If the Young Master doesn't want to, I can also ask them in front of them - Dare I ask Young Master Song, who told you about Qimu Mountain?" Whether the person is wearing black clothes and covering his face..."
Before he finished asking, Song Xiuzhi said hurriedly: "All the protectors retreat, the palace door is closed tightly, and everyone leaves the temple twenty steps!"
Dozens of temple guardians looked hesitant, but finally obeyed the order and exited the temple.
In the quiet and huge Guangtian Holy Church, only two people, Mu and Song, were left.
Song Xiuzhi's eyes were gloomy, and he asked in a low voice bitterly: "What do you know?!"
Mu Qingyan walked leisurely in the palace with his hands behind his back, "A few months ago, you suddenly learned that Yang Heying was refining corpse slaves in Qimu Mountain, so you went out for a trip yourself. In that mountain, you met Yang Heying. 'Busy' Yang Heying, you two are like-minded and decided on a poisonous plan on the spot."
"After returning to Guangtianmen, you sent someone to pretend to mention Qimu Mountain casually in front of Song Maozhi. The more Song Maozhi became itchy and unbearable, the more you tried to stop him. Finally, Song Maozhi couldn't help but let it go. The people from Guangtianmen went out to recruit soldiers and horses alone. After Song Maozhi had been struggling for a while, Yang Heying ordered his dead men to kill all Song Maozhi's new recruits overnight, and then used Guangtianmen's tricks to kill the Huangsha Gang who had been imprisoned for a long time. It’s done.”
"A few days later, Yang Heying 'discovered' the tragic death of Huang Laoyingxiong's family, and then clamored to go to Guangtianmen to demand an explanation. Then, you pretended to be stabbed, and pointed out Song Maozhi's previous deliberate actions with a look of grief and anger... …That’s pretty much it.”
While Mu Qingyan was talking, he paid attention to Song Xiuzhi. Seeing his complexion changing from green to red, and his eyes full of surprise and fear, he knew that he was not far behind if he failed.
Song Xiuzhi tried to calm down: "...How do you know so clearly? Yes, it was Yang Heying who told you?"
Mu Qingyan said calmly: "I have always been suspicious that you, a powerless and unpopular commoner, can set up such a large-scale puzzle - it's not that you don't have this plan, but that you don't have enough manpower. Eyes and ears.”
"Have you ridiculed enough?" Song Xiuzhi said coldly, "The previous heads of Guangtian Sect have always taken in wives and concubines, had many children, and then selected the best among them to be the next head. There is no distinction between concubine and concubine. Why can’t I compete for the position of leader?!”
"Of course I can fight, and I even admire you." Mu Qingyan chuckled, "It's just that according to the rules of Guangtian Clan, the most outstanding son of the Song family of this generation should be Song Yuzhi, not you. Even if he is old The injury has not healed, and you are still no match for him."
Song Xiuzhi's face turned red: "The level of martial arts is not the only criterion for measuring a leader. Song Yuzhi has been noble since he was a child, and his eyes are clean. How can a person like him lead the Guangtian Clan well!"
"What a great ambition!" Mu Qingyan clapped his hands twice without enthusiasm to show encouragement, "Let's get down to business - Qimu Mountain is a hundred miles away from Guangtianmen, you wouldn't know that for no reason. What happened in the mountains. So, someone must have come here and told you what Yang Heying was doing."
"That's what I want to ask. Who is the person who came to Gaomi?"
Song Xiuzhi's pupils shrank, and the adventures of that night were vividly in his mind - the man in black, who had an unpredictable cultivation level, slowly and solemnly told Yang Heying's destructive deeds in Qimu Mountain.
"I won't hide it from the leader, Xiu Zhizhi really doesn't know the identity of that person."
Mu Qingyan stared at him coldly, like a beast staring at the neck of its prey, without saying a word.
Silence has a more intimidating power.
Song Xiuzhi knew very well that this big devil's cultivation level was far superior to his own, and he didn't care about human relations. As long as this person had a thought, he could take his own life immediately.
He began to sweat coldly: "At this point, there is no need for me to hide that person's identity. I really don't know the identity of that person. I only know that he has extremely high martial arts skills, ghostly movement skills, and his whole body is wrapped tightly. I can’t see the origin of his martial arts at all.”
Mu Qingyan was actually prepared for the same result for an unknown number of times, although he was inevitably disappointed again.
He asked: "Did you come up with this idea to frame Song Maozhi and seize the position of leader, or was it proposed by the masked informer?"
Song Maozhi's eyes showed a hint of amusement, and he said bluntly: "It's me."
Mu Qingyan seemed a little surprised, "As soon as you heard about Qimu Mountain, you came up with a complete set of careful plans so quickly?"
——His expression seemed to say: If this is true, you are really a genius in conspiracy!
Song Maozhi heard what he meant and was both embarrassed and angry, "So what?! As long as you are careful and observe secretly for many years, many things will not be difficult to discover."
"Song Maozhi was arbitrary to his superiors and arrogant to his subordinates, but his father was always partial to others. The three clansmen had long been dissatisfied, and from the bottom of their hearts they did not want to see Song Maozhi succeed to the throne! Yang Heying was vicious, jealous, and narrow-minded, and his father himself He is a heroic hero who never cares about his words and deeds, so he has already severely offended this villain."
"Guangtianmen looks like a bouquet of flowers, but it actually hides a crisis. It's a pity that my father and Mao Zhi were so hollow-eyed that they never noticed and guarded against this! Yu Zhi couldn't come back in the Qingque Sect again. If I didn't stand up and be this evil person, would I really wait until the Song Dynasty? Will the clan members completely break up and lead to full-scale civil strife?"
These words have been in Song Xiuzhi's mind for a long time, but he can't say a word to anyone. As the most "humble, gentle and indifferent" Xiuzhi son in the Guangtian Sect, how could he not only not remind his father and brothers but also have a plan?
At this moment, he could vent his anger against the devil's sect's mortal enemy.
Mu Qingyan realized something: "It is true that with Song Maozhi's virtue, even if the three clan elders can endure it, the young and strong children under their command may not be willing to endure it."
He added, "So, you colluded with Yang Heying, framed Song Maozhi, colluded with clan elders, and plotted to seize the position of leader, all for the sake of the overall situation of Guangtian Clan, and you have no selfish motives at all?"
Song Xiuzhi was suddenly speechless, and a sense of shame, anger and resentment rose in his heart.
He suppressed his anger and said in a good voice: "The name of Master Mu is like thunder. I heard it even in Guangtianmen. Although Beichen and your sect have been fighting for two hundred years, the Mu family has built its own country after all. Nie It’s really surprising that our uncle and nephew have been stealing power for decades. Who wouldn’t be happy to know that Master Mu has taken back the family property and avenged his father’s death?”
"Although I dare not be selfish at all, but if it weren't for Song Maozhi's incompetence, his father's partiality, and my poor biological mother..." Song Xiuzhi shed tears as he spoke, "She was originally a junior from Guangtianmen. Maid, who knew that Yin Qinglian couldn't tolerate her no matter what! Just a few years after my mother gave birth to me, Yin Qinglian said that she was ill and moved her to a manor in the suburbs. Soon after, she also said that she had died of illness. Only later did I know, only then did I know..."
"Yin Qinglian poisoned her? Was she slowly tortured to death?" Mu Qingyan kindly filled him in.
"That's right!" Song Xiuzhi was furious, "My mother is gentle and weak, and has no opinions. How dare she disobey when the master asks her to serve the young master? What's her fault? If my mother hadn't left a last word in the pillow, I would still be deceived. In the drum!”
When Mu Qingyan heard this, he burst out laughing, "Hahahaha, you so-called decent people from well-known families must first find a justification for everything you do! Why do you want to take care of the overall situation, or do you want to take revenge on your mother... Could it be that Song Mao Zhi is both benevolent and virtuous, no one in Guangtian Clan opposes him, and your biological mother died of a natural illness, so you can obey Song Mao Zhi's orders?"
He stopped sneering and his eyes were as sharp as frost, "Stop pretending! The only reason why you did this series of conspiracies is that you want to be the leader and you want power!"
For the first time as an adult, Song Xiuzhi was scolded and his face turned red, but he couldn't refute.
"Also, I have never looked down on Nie Hengcheng." Mu Qingyan said word by word: "On the contrary, he can seek power and seize the throne and convince most of the cult members. This is the prestige he has earned through his own bloody battles. I admire you very much!" As he said that, he walked towards the door.
Song Xiuzhang took a step forward and said hesitantly: "Are you done asking now? Nothing more?"
Mu Qingyan raised his left sleeve, pushed towards the front door into the void, and turned around and said, "I want to know that I already know, and you won't know if I ask anything else."
He paused, then smiled and said: "Young Master Xiuzhi, let me tell you two more things - it doesn't matter why you do these things, what matters is that you have to hold on to the power you have now, even if your biological father comes back! As long as you can If you can defend it, if you defend it firmly, and if you defend it for a long time, you will be the main orthodox branch of Guangtianmen in many years, and no one will make a sound even if you want to throw Yin Qinglian’s tablet into the swill bucket!"
Song Xiuzhi's heart was ups and downs, as if he had been lured into the deepest ambition in his heart. He couldn't help but ask: "Master Mu, is it really so wonderful to have such great power?" - Is it worth it even if he kills his father and brothers?
When he said this, the main door of Guangtian Holy Church had been slightly opened, and the three rows of guardians of the holy church could be faintly seen twenty steps away.
Through the crack in the door that gradually opened, bright sunlight slowly penetrated into the dim hall. The exquisite relief carvings on the dark jade, and the tall young man stood with his backlight, his body half melting into light and half sinking into darkness.
"It's more than wonderful. It's simply wonderful."
He raised his thick black eyes and stared at the light of day, "As long as you have boundless power, you will have whatever you want. You will never lose it again, and you will never be powerless again."
Chapter 130
"Master, come and see."
Yan Xu stood in the vast dark hall, shook out the four scrolls side by side, and laid them flat on the ground.
"These are detailed volumes that record the wives, concubines, and heirs of past sect leaders. Very few people usually look at them." The little old man was stunned. "I am lazy and humble, so I have never read them."
Mu Qingyan said: "I, like you, have only read the general volume of the history of the sect, and have no leisure to pry into the affairs and household affairs of the past sect leaders."
Yan Xu wiped his sweat and said, "The strange thing is here. The general volume of religious history indeed only records how the sons-in-law seized power after the death of the leader Mu Song. But in these detailed volumes, it is said that the leader Mu Song also had an eldest son who died young."
The four volumes of slightly yellowed ink-colored damask satin files were like four eye-catching white lines, crossing the black iron ground horizontally. Mu Qingyan stood aside quietly, lowering his head to check.
"Master, look, these three volumes are almost the same length after being spread out." Yan Xu pointed to the first three Bai Lian, "Only this volume is more than a foot shorter." He pointed to the fourth volume. Dao Bailian.
